She glanced at the letter, then back at him, then at the cold medicine in her hand. "Wait," she said, and she ran out of the room (actually ran), her long hair swaying behind her.
She was back a moment later with water and two pills in her hand, which she held out to him as she crawled into bed beside him without hesitating. Aura never, ever worried about things being contagious. She had the sneaking suspicion she was immune to everything and anything, having never been sick a day in her life, despite working with ill people every day and spending an equal amount of time around children's germs at the park.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and she reached for the letter.